Wapun Meadow I still get these simple thrills

He had so much to say! And there was that feeling again, that longing for the moment to last forever. He spoke beautifully and with feeling, even about such trivial things. And he'd thought of these things before, it seemed; things she'd always thought no one else would care about. It was like a brief glimpse into a mind of intricate brightness, starlight in dazzling patterns. She could only look at him for a moment, even after he prompted her to speak again.
She hoped clouds were warm too, and that he would get to find out one day.
Oh, I... I don't know, She said shyly, when she could finally speak again. I... would rather just listen to you talk, if that's okay. It was a childish, outlandish request, and maybe a little selfish. She should have been horrified. Maybe part of her was. But she was so tired of herself, and so captivated by him and his quick smile and his endless cascade of words and ideas.